FIRE! FIRE!! FIRE!!!

So it's not as dramatic as it sounds, but we did have our first fire drill tonight. I was just about to get ready for bed when a horrible screeching sound came screaming out of my ceiling. At first I jumped in shock, but then I was confused. I’m glad it wasn’t a real fire because, by the time I found some shoes, put on some warm layers, and figured out where we were supposed to be going, I probably would have been trapped in flames. The funny thing is that just a few hours before the alarm went off, I was wondering if they did fire drills here. I guess they do. I’m just glad it wasn’t the middle of the night. However, by the time all was said and done, it became the wee hours of the morning as most of our flat reconvened in the hallway once we came back in, talked for awhile, and then the guys proceeded to make and eat random food, like fried bread, boiled chicken, poached salmon, sausage, and cottage cheese… So much for going to bed early again tonight! Oh, well. The nice thing about fire drills is that it forces everyone to come out of their rooms and so caused flat socializing which is a rare occurrence here. Now I think I’ll go to sleep considering I have lecture in a few hours.